Fiction

I wake up and stare at the bland ceiling, not moving for a while. I don't know how long I was sitting there, there are no clocks in here. No clocks, no posters, no windows, save for the small, barred slit in the top of the wall.

It had been more than two days since a drop of water had touched his lips. He was beginning to think that he was forgetting what water tasted like, if it tasted of anything.

Your body is asleep in the house you moved to when you were fourteen, but your brain is wide awake in your old school library.

My friend and I are sitting out back, the tiny backyard seeming to get smaller, and smaller, by the minute. It’s July, and it’s one of the hottest days of the year, so hot you can see the heat waves coming off the pavement.

Rain was sparkling, shimmering all around Grayson.  He’d left his earbuds, his phone, resting atop the worn cushions of his favorite writing loveseat, where he’d always curl up his legs and hug his leather-bound notebook to his ches

Characters:

JAMES: A wrestler, very calm and collected, except out on the mat in the spotlight. 

SHADOW: A strictly rule-following entity, always carrying a large book, gets flustered easily 

The snow fell in a layer thin enough for my footprints to reveal the concrete beneath each step. It lifted in waves when the wind skimmed the ground, like tall grass in an open field.

For years people worshiped Nature, she would help bring nutrients and food the the people.

I sighed as I set my car in park and opened the doors. I sat on the edge of my car seat for a while pondering what my life had become. But I had no other choice. Time for another day of work.

It is sunny outside. I feel the heat, I see the other birds chirping from their perch on a branch. I want to fly, the wind ruffling my feathers, two hundred feet above the ground.

Moonlight herd: 

Matriarch (Leaders of the herd, and migration guide): Tansy- Rare female albino, with rare blue eyes, named for her love in the herb tansy